After I was reborn, I was scumbag

Does he look like he's married?

Shao Guan couldn't help laughing, but Murong Xing's handsome and jade-colored face was instantly reflected in his mind, and he could even clearly recall the curvature of his lips when he lowered his eyes and smiled.

Seeing that Shao Guan was stunned and didn't answer, the pastry vendor thought he was missing his sweetheart, and couldn't help laughing: "Young Master is born with a good-looking appearance, and he must marry a lady from a great family..."

"Help me make two boxes of Double Ninth Cakes." As soon as Shao Guan finished speaking, the servant who followed him took out the money bag and handed over an ingot of broken silver.

"Don't look for it."

"Alright, thank you son!"

The boy looked at the smile on Shao Guan's face, and said puzzledly: "Master... if you want to eat this kind of pastry, you can ask the kitchen at home to make it. It must be better than outside! Why do you want to..."

"The cakes made by folks are full of smoke and fire, and they pay too much attention to the appearance of the dishes, but they lose this flavor."

While explaining softly, Shao Guan walked towards the main street following the bustling crowd.

"I heard that Sihailou's chrysanthemum wine is famous in Kyushu. Every year, Chang'an Street is overcrowded with people queuing up to buy wine. Let's go and have a look together."

From a distance, one can see a four-story restaurant, occupying the best position in the market, no matter whether it is a rich man or a commoner, they are rushing towards the open gate.

"Aged chrysanthemum wine, the last two jars of this year!"

Shao Guan followed the team into the restaurant: "Are you still selling the aged chrysanthemum wine?"

"I'm sorry, my lord, this chrysanthemum wine is still there, but a young man came in just now and ordered both jars to go. Why don't you come back next year, my restaurant. Every year before the Double Ninth Festival, our restaurant sells chrysanthemum wine. "

Shao Guan frowned, and asked warmly: "I don't know that young master who ordered two jugs of wine is now in the restaurant. If that young master is willing to give up one jar, I am willing to pay three times the price as compensation."

"The young master reserved the private room on the second floor. Why don't I lead the young master to discuss with him. If he agrees to give up a jar of wine, our restaurant will naturally have no objection."

Shao Guan followed Xiaoer up the stairs, walked around several screens and beaded curtains, and entered a small room, the incense inside was a little strong, but it didn't make people feel unhappy.

Beside the simple and elegant wooden table, sat a young man in white, about the same age as Shao Guan, with a face that could not be called handsome, but elegant and dignified.

The waiter in the restaurant went over and whispered a few words, and the boy in white put down the chess pieces in his hand and looked in the direction where Shao Guan was.

"Since the young master is here, he must also know that there are only fifty jars of chrysanthemum wine in Sihailou every year, but if the young master sincerely wants to buy wine, you might as well sit down and talk about it."

"Then I will be disrespectful." Shao Guan sat down on the wooden chair and took the teacup. "My surname is Guan. Dare I ask you your surname?"

"Exempt your surname."

Shao Guan nodded, and glanced sideways at the sky outside the window. The autumn twilight came early, and a faint sunset glow could already be seen in the sky.

"Mr. Feng, I came to Sihai Tower today to bring a jar of chrysanthemum wine to my family to taste. It's just that I came late and there are many family affairs. If I can't buy it today, I'm afraid I'll have to wait until next year."

"If Mr. Feng is willing to give me an altar, I will pay three times the price, and I will take it as a thank you for your kindness."

The young man in white tapped the chessboard with his fingertips, and said with a light smile, "Young Master Guan frequently looks at the sky. Is there something urgent? It's useless for me to order two jars of wine."

"It's just that the friend who came here to play chess with me has something to do and left temporarily. If you are willing to accompany me to finish this game of chess here, I can give both of these jars of wine to Mr. Guan."

Seeing that the sky was getting later and later, the young servant following Shao Guan became anxious: "Young master, the mansion...is still waiting for the young master to go back."

It's just a game of chess. Although this request is weird, it can't be called deliberately making things difficult.

Shao Guan's gaze stopped the boy behind him, and his eyes touched the smile on the lips of the young man in white sitting opposite him, feeling a little familiar for no reason.

Without thinking too much, he picked up the white chess piece at hand: "Since that's the case, please, Mr. Feng."

He originally thought that he had learned Go since he was a child, and he often played chess against the great Confucians of the dynasty, so he should be more than enough to deal with an ordinary rich man.

It's just that as there are more and more chess pieces on the chessboard, the outcome becomes more and more uncertain.Although the black chess has been holding back and defending, he can't see the way of the chess, but he thinks carefully every step of the way, so that he can't find a breakthrough.

"...Guan Gongzi made a high move and lost."

When a game of chess finally came to an end, and there was no room left on the huge chessboard, Shao Guan took a look and knew that he had only won half a piece.

Still taking advantage of the opponent's omissions, if there is another round, it's hard to say who will win and who will lose.

The sky outside the window has completely darkened, and the twinkling stars can almost be seen.

Shao Guan's head jumped, he forgot the time just now when he was playing chess, and now he remembered that he had told the servants of the East Palace that he would go back for dinner.Murong Xing had been waiting for him for two hours at noon, and at night he must...

I couldn't help blaming myself and feeling a little anxious: "Young Master Feng is very good at chess, it's just a fluke that I won——I promised my family that I will go back before dinner, so I'm afraid I have to say goodbye."

The young man in white didn't stop him either, he just got up and said: "Since Mr. Guan has something to do with his family, it is inconvenient for me to keep Mr. Xiao Er, please hand over the two jars of chrysanthemum wine to Mr. Guan."

"So, thank you, my lord."

The waiter next to Shao Guan went downstairs to fetch wine with the waiter in the restaurant, Shao Guan thanked him and also planned to get up and leave.

It's just that as soon as the door of the private room was closed, before he could turn around and leave, his wrist was suddenly grabbed and pulled. Unprepared, he fell backwards and fell into the arms of the person behind him.

The panic in Shao Guan's eyes disappeared in a flash, and soon he calmed down, and his elbow hit the opponent's belly.

"Mr. Feng, what does this mean—"

A low muffled hum came, but the other party didn't reach out to stop him, but just firmly embraced his waist, and a familiar cold fragrance diffused into Shao Guan's nose through the rich sandalwood in the private room .

"Your Highness, what do you mean... Do you want to murder your husband?"

The familiar warm embrace made Shao Guan's stiff body suddenly relaxed, and he turned around suddenly, facing a pair of brilliant gentle eyes of Xinghe.

"Murong Xing, you disguised yourself to leave the palace just to trick me into playing a game of Go with you here?"

Before the anger on Shao Guan's face could be retracted, a helpless and happy smile overflowed from his lips: "Didn't you say that you are sick and won't come out with me?"

Murong Xing took out the potion and handkerchief, and wiped off the disguise powder on his face: "Otherwise... How can I make His Highness stay outside the palace until night without knowing it?"

He reached out, pulled Shao Guan to his side, and pointed out the window: "Your Highness, look over there."

A flash of brilliance instantly illuminated Shao Guan's brows and eyes, making the young man's dark eyes shine brightly.The night sky of Chang'an City was decorated as if there were shooting stars flashing across. The beautiful and grand fireworks instantly aroused a burst of exclamation from the people on the street.

Murong Xing didn't go to see the gorgeous fireworks, his eyes were full of his young man, his cold voice sank slightly: "Will Your Highness... accompany me to watch the fireworks and lantern festival in Chongyang?"